Jeffrey didn't get a chance to breathe, and the soldiers on the corner tower of the castle suddenly saw Glinton's soldiers appear under the castle through the woods, and they were shocked and quickly sounded the alarm bell.

"What, they're besieging our castle?" The nobles hiding in the castle were shocked, they did not expect that the other party would not plunder the villages and towns, but actually surrounded the castle straight.

"A bunch of fools, this castle has taken generations of family effort, and they will never be able to take it." Jeffrey picked up the wine brought by the servant, and he said in disbelief.

"That's right, they've just gone through a battle and are completely incapable of attacking the castle." It was only then that the nobles remembered that they were hiding behind the thick stone walls, and although Jeffrey's army had suffered losses, the castle was not something that Bruce could easily conquer.

"Let the soldiers guard the walls, and you all go and rest, I believe this is just a momentary reckless behavior of that hairy boy from Bruce." Feeling tired, Jeffrey asked the servant to take off his heavy leather armor, and after speaking to the nobles, he strode to his bedroom, he had had had enough of the day's fighting.

"Master Jeffrey is right, after a day or two of siege, the cold and freezing will make Bruce's boy suffer enough, and they will retreat themselves." A retainer nobleman looked at Jeffrey as he left, and said to his companions.

"Yes, but they might ransack the villages!" Another nobleman said.

"It's okay, the village and town can still be built after being destroyed, but luckily we arranged for our family to be in the castle early." The nobles were not worried about what was going on outside the castle, and at the beginning of the war they let their families into the fortified castle.

Outside the castle, Bruce commanded the soldiers to start digging a trench, and Jeffrey's castle was built on a hill, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it also meant that they had no way out but a mountain road, so the trench dug by Glinton's soldiers sealed the mountain road.

"Quick, sharpen some sharp stakes and stick them in the trenches." Danny Strode around the trench, commanding the soldiers, and as a pirate he knew how to build makeshift camps.

"Danny is so motivated!" Bruce smiled and looked at Shield Splitter Danny and said to Stukov beside him.

"Ha, this pirate probably sees the castle as a big town with treasures hidden. However, Lord Baron, the weather is cold, and if you do not have enough fuel and food, I am afraid that the soldiers will be injured. Stukov suggested to Bruce.

"Rest assured, Sir Wayne's baggage will arrive later, and the craftsmen will bring us the charcoal we just experimented with." In Greenton, Bruce had the craftsmen build a charcoal-making kiln, a simple, high-temperature earthen kiln that could process firewood into charcoal, but the initial workers were not skilled, resulting in a third of the charcoal being lost.

"Charcoal?" Stukov knew that Bruce had been working on something new in Greenton, so he asked curiously.

"Oh, it's a better thing than firewood burns, if only there was coal." Bruce said with a smile.

"Coal, so what's that?" Stukov thought that he had traveled north and south, wandered the seas, and been to many kingdoms and ports, and he didn't know what Bruce was talking about, but he smiled bitterly, and the more he followed Bruce, the more he couldn't understand him.

"In order to save time, let the soldiers make charcoal next to the camp, anyway, we are using the other side's woods." Bruce looked at the forest around him and said to Stukov.

The clay kiln that Bruce used in Greenton is a way to make charcoal more efficiently, but there is also one of the easiest ways to make charcoal, which is to pile up firewood, cover it with dead leaves, then cover it with mud, dig a few holes under the firewood pile and light it, and make charcoal by burning it at high temperatures.

"In addition to the food and wine sent by the baggage, we can also send archers to hunt in the forest." Eve suggested to Bruce.

"Yes." Bruce agrees with Eve's suggestion that in an age when the land is sparsely populated and full of wild animals, there are no environmental problems at all.

Looking at the construction camp of Glinton under the castle, Jeffrey's nobles couldn't help but lick their dry lips, they didn't expect each other to look like they were not leaving, so they couldn't help but look at each other.

"Isn't this Greenton going to leave?" A nobleman said.

"Don't worry, they'll definitely leave, will they spend the winter here?" Another nobleman said cheering up.

"Will the Duke come to our rescue?" The nobles still put their hope on the Duke of Bemessy, although there was enough food in the barn in the castle, but it was not a way to be besieged like this, if the Duke of Bemessi could bring in troops to help, they would be saved.

But what they didn't know was that Duke Bemessi himself was still besieged in the castle at this time, and the number of people besieging the castle was much greater than the people led by Bruce.

"Ping~~, Ping, Ping." There was a trembling sound, a violent crash that seemed to knock on the heart of every soldier defending the city, but they held their spears and shields in silence.

"Archer shooting." A duke-general, standing on the ramparts, commanded loudly, and at the same time swung his sword vigorously, and the archers on the towers and towers immediately opened fire, and the arrows were fired like locusts into the besieging troops.

"Oh oh oh~~." The arrows fell with a terrible howl, and the serfs who were carrying the striking wood fell one after another, as if they were a piece of wheat harvested in autumn.

"Ladder, ladder." Carlos shoved the serfs forward and forced them to carry a rudimentary wooden ladder close to the castle walls, and the serfs crossed a deep trench in which dozens of corpses lay in, but it was also these corpses that filled the sharp stakes in the trench, so that the people behind them stepped on the corpses and crossed the trench smoothly.

"Damn it." The duke's general looked at the serfs who were pouring in like a tide, and he didn't understand why these usually weak serfs were not afraid of death at this time, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they were even more terrible than the strongest warriors.

"Lord God of Heaven, please bless us and return this land to its rightful king." Behind the front line of fierce fighting, there was an eerie calm, and a monk in a gray robe walked among the serfs, whose wives and children were in addition to the serfs who were about to go to the front.

"The Lord God is above." The serfs prayed solemnly, and then they stood up and looked with loving eyes at the family members around them.

"Daddy."

"My dear husband." The family members of the serfs came forward to hug them, and everyone seemed reluctant to give up.

"Don't worry, Lord White Knight will take care of you." The serfs almost always told their families that they trusted the heroic Holy Knight to take care of their families in their place.

The White Knight was on horseback, and he watched from a hill in the forest outside the castle, and he looked unfathomable under his mask, but a voice came from behind him.

"How do you feel about watching these people die in your name?" Standing behind the White Knight was a northern berserker, dressed in tattered animal skin armor and stenching of wine and blood.

"Huh?" The White Knight glanced back at him, the white and pure knight in stark contrast to the wild and dirty warrior.

"Ha, your god is so cheap and cruel." The berserker shook his neck, removed the leather wine bag from his waist, and gulped down the northern mead.

"Don't insult the Lord God." The White Knight said coldly to the Berserker.

"Insult, tsk, now I have to add one, he's a sensitive and sentimental god, hahaha." The Berserker wiped his mouth with his sleeve and laughed nonchalantly.